"MPR" lyrics

Von Classic
OK, Jones

Ay
Your dreams my reality, that bag like a [?]
Running to the touchdown, these broke niggas tryna tackle me
Did a lot of dirt, I feel karma coming after me
The streets on lock, and I'm the one with the master key
Pops a real nigga, real nigga I had to be
When I was fucked up, these niggas used to laugh at me
Now I see them out, they face twisted like they mad at me
Hate I'm on top, in they head, wishing they was me
Fuck good and cook when I'm out, baby, pray for me
Don't play with me, I got some killers that'll spray for me
I ain't wanna go in savage mode, but they making me
Kill these fuck niggas with success, it's what they hate to see

Money, power, respect
What these bitch niggas know about that?
Money, power, respect
What these fuckboys know about that?
Money, power, respect
What these lame niggas know about that?
Money, power, respect

I'm good in any hood, I heard you can't go to your's
You disappear, we get it handled when it's on the floor
I'm never satisfied, 'cause I always wanted more
And for an extra fee, I'll bring it to your door
I ain't did one show, but I'm on a tour
And everytime I'm in the city, that's another score
Talking 'bout the dope game, that's another sport
And I can get it to you quick, 'cause I know the source